Queen Song Quotes

“There is no greater pain or punishment than memory.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“There is nothing so terrible as a story untold.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“She was happy, yes, in her own way, as best as she knew.
But there’s a difference between a single candle in darkness and a sunrise.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Fire can destroy, fire can kill, but it can also create. Forest burned in the summer will be green by spring, better and stronger than before. Cal’s flame will build and bring roots from the ashes of war.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“How could servants create such beauty and still be considered inferior? They are capable of wonders different from our own.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“The boy was the sun in Coriane's sky. On hard days, he split the darkness. On good days, he lit the world. When Tibe went away to the front, for weeks at a time now that the war ran hot again, Cal kept her safe. Only a few months old and better than any shield in the kingdom.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“The Calores are children of fire, as strong and destructive as their flame, but Cal will not be like the others before. Fire can destroy, fire can kill, but it can also create. Forest burned in the summer will be green by spring, better and stronger than before. Cal's flame will build and bring roots from the ashes of war. The guns will quiet, the smoke will clear, and the soldiers, Red and Silver both, will come home. One hundred years of war, and my son will bring peace. He will not die fighting. He will not. HE WILL NOT.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“A strange prince, an even stranger night, she wrote later. I don't know if I ever want to see him again. But he seemed lonely too. Should we not be lonely together?”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“ Today Tibe said he loves me, that he wants to marry me. I do not believe him. Why would he want such a thing? I am no one of consequence. No great beauty or intellect, no strength or power to aid his reign. I bring nothing to him but worry and weight. He needs someone strong at his side, a person who laughs at the gossips and overcomes her own doubts. Tibe is as weak as I am, a lonely boy without a path of his own. I will only make things worse. I will only bring him pain. How can I do that? ”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“She looked to the roses, but it was Tibe's face she saw. It was familiar now, after months of friendship. She knew his nose, his lips, his jaw, his eyes most of all. They stirred something in her, a connection she did not know she could make with another person. She saw herself in them, her own pain, her own joy. We are the same, she thought. Searching for something to keep us anchored, both alone in a crowded room.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Only when someone else sees worth in me does he condescend to do the same.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“The next morning, a maid found her bridal crown broken on the floor, an explosion of pearls and twisted gold. There was silver on it, blood dark from the passing hours.
And her bathwater was black with it.

The diary ended unfinished, unseen by any who deserved to read it.
Only Elara saw its pages, and the slow unravelling of the woman inside.

She destroyed the book like she destroyed Coriane.
And she dreamed of nothing.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Not to mention the fact that your uncle seems determined to drink away the coffers of House Jacos.” Another swig of gin. Coriane almost laughed at the irony. “How selfish.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“But there is a difference between a single candle in darkness, and a sunrise.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Something tightened in Coriane’s chest, an unfamiliar sensation. Was it . . . happiness? She thought so.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“He only asks what he already knows the answer to.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“We might be noble, but this man could buy us all if he wanted.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“And three for the miscarriages she suffered over the years. Each one came at night, on the heels of a violent nightmare.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“The only person in my head is me.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Father will bury us with both hands. He boasts of me to his so-called friends, telling them I’m the next queen of this kingdom. I don’t think he’s ever paid so much attention to me before, and even now, it is minuscule, not for my own benefit. He pretends to love me now because of another, because of Tibe. Only when someone else sees worth in me does he condescend to do the same.

Because of her father, she dreamed of a Queenstrial she did not win, of being cast aside and returned to the old estate. Once there, she was made to sleep in the family tomb, beside the still, bare body of her uncle. When the corpse twitched, hands reaching for her throat, she would wake, drenched in sweat, unable to sleep for the rest of the night.

Julian and Sara think me weak, fragile, a porcelain doll who will shatter if touched, she wrote.
Worst of all, I’m beginning to believe them. Am I really so frail? So useless? Surely I can be of some help somehow, if Julian would only ask? Are Jessamine’s lessons the best I can do? What am I becoming in this place? I doubt I even remember how to replace a lightbulb. I am not someone I recognize. Is this what growing up means?

Because of Julian, she dreamed of being in a beautiful room. But every door was locked, every window shut, with nothing and no one to keep her company. Not even books. Nothing to upset her. And always, the room would become a birdcage with gilded bars. It would shrink and shrink until it cut her skin, waking her up.

I am not the monster the gossips think me to be. I’ve done nothing, manipulated no one. I haven’t even attempted to use my ability in months, since Julian has no more time to teach me. But they don’t believe that. I see how they look at me, even the whispers of House Merandus. Even Elara. I have not heard her in my head since the banquet, when her sneers drove me to Tibe. Perhaps that taught her better than to meddle. Or maybe she is afraid of looking into my eyes and hearing my voice, as if I’m some kind of match for her razored whispers. I am not, of course. I am hopelessly undefended against people like her. Perhaps I should thank whoever started the rumor. It keeps predators like her from making me prey.

Because of Elara, she dreamed of ice-blue eyes following her every move, watching as she donned a crown. People bowed under her gaze and sneered when she turned away, plotting against their newly made queen. They feared her and hated her in equal measure, each one a wolf waiting for her to be revealed as a lamb. She sang in the dream, a wordless song that did nothing but double their bloodlust. Sometimes they killed her, sometimes they ignored her, sometimes they put her in a cell. All three wrenched her from sleep.

Today Tibe said he loves me, that he wants to marry me. I do not believe him. Why would he want such a thing? I am no one of consequence. No great beauty or intellect, no strength or power to aid his reign. I bring nothing to him but worry and weight. He needs someone strong at his side, a person who laughs at the gossips and overcomes her own doubts. Tibe is as weak as I am, a lonely boy without a path of his own. I will only make things worse. I will only bring him pain. How can I do that?

Because of Tibe, she dreamed of leaving court for good. Like Julian wanted to do, to keep Sara from staying behind. The locations varied with the changing nights. She ran to Delphie or Harbor Bay or Piedmont or even the Lakelands, each one painted in shades of black and gray. Shadow cities to swallow her up and hide her from the prince and the crown he offered. But they frightened her too. And they were always empty, even of ghosts. In these dreams, she ended up alone. From these dreams, she woke quietly, in the morning, with dried tears and an aching heart.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“But she did not dwell on such thoughts long. She never did.
This is the way of the world.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“I leave behind unfinished puzzles, pieces never put back together. It feels wasteful. Not of the objects, but myself. So much time spent stripping wire or counting screws. For what? For knowledge I will never use? Knowledge that is cursed, inferior, stupid, to everyone else? What have I done with myself for fifteen years? A great construct of nothing. I suppose I miss the old house because it was with me in my emptiness, in my silence. I thought I hated the estate, but I think I hate the capital more.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Forgive me if I’m surprised.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Coriane did her best to pick pick pick at her meal.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Etiquette be damned. Those are mine.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“There is nothing so so terrible as a story untold”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Such words were better suited to midnight, when two girls could whisper their dreams without fear of consequence.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song